it felt great physically, but AWFUL morally.
I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
its like randi wears special contacts, but instead of colors they make her eyes say "I want cock"
he wanted me to put the condom on for him. I was high and couldn't figure it out.. so instead we played xbox.
Damn it if I pass out in the bathroom one more time this month im going to rehab...
did i mention he attempted to milk her in backseat?
I have the coolest burn here. Everyone is taking my picture. I'm like a celebrity of the burn victims.
I've smoked enough weed to put down a pony.
And by sexy pictures I mean pictures of my penis in strange places. I rock out with my cock out.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
On Wednesday I'm putting wine in a water bottle and crashing Margaret thatchers funeral
dude there's a blind guy on the trail using his service dog to hit on girls.
I'm trying to puke quietly so i don't ruin my grandma's birthday/my graduation brunch. And you say i need to grow up.
I’m ready to be reckless and make stupid decisions, and I need you to support me in that.
you woke up this morning in a laundry basket, only wearing rainboots.
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